Honest you do, honest you do I know you, you send me At first, I thought it was infatuation But ooh, well it lasted So very, so very, so very long Darling you send me Darling you, you send me Darling you, you thrill me I know you, you thrill me

Is tough to face, it’s tough to face Tell me lies and lullabies This last dance, this last dance But don’t tell me to change Oh, oh, don’t give me that face Ooh, this last dance Ooh, this last dance, this last dance Don’t walk away, don’t walk away

(Hoo hoo wooh true) I will stay true I could have another but I probably shouldn't I've got somebody at home, and if I stay I might not leave alone No, honey I'm good, I could have another but I probably shouldn't Singing out oh oh oh oh oh (Hoo hoo wooh

Say you want me Young blood All of the time Yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh Out of your life And I’m just a dead man walking tonight You push and you pus and I’m pulling away Pulling away from you I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take

I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection Mirror, mirror on the wall Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection Ooh ooh ooh ooh It ain't

I got junkies at the door, I got junkies at the door Everywhere I fuckin' go I drop forty racks a show I could go flex on your hoe I be drippin' head to toe I be, I be drippin' head to toe Ooh, Big Head on the beat Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I just can't get you I can't getcha offa my mind And I can't getcha off No I can't getcha off Ooh, you've got a way about you That's shakin' me offa my vine Oooh, you've got a way about you And don't you think it's way past time Only you can put it where

We in the bed like ooh ooh Let's get gone Ooh I'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank Shawty what you think 'bout that Ill be in the grey cadillac I'ma buy you a drink ooh wee Walk it out (now walk it think about it, aw snap) Now rock rock

Volare, oh, oh Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh Nel blu, dipinto di blu Felice di stare lassù Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me Penso che un sogno così non ritorni mai più Volare, volare, volare, volare, volare, volare Volare, ooh (volare, volare, volare,

Ooh, ooh, ooh A guy what takes his time, I'll go for any time I'm a fast movin' gal who likes them slow Got no use for fancy driving, wanna to see a guy arriving in low I'd be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time A hurry-up affair, I